So, it seems people wanna know about the simp versions I made of the SBI that's inspired from Simpbur. This is Simpbur's SBI in my opinion because he had to learn from someone and that happens to be Phil.
Please keep in mind I will be talking about obsessive, stalking, kidnapping, emotional manipulation, mentions of self-harm/suicide, and much more related to those themes themes. Thank you and I hope you enjoy them as much as I do.
This is kinda "x reader" scenario for some of these? Not really, but you are free to go crazy over them. I know I do. Simpbur is included in this, but it's my version in their family and how I imagine him.
Simpza
Obsession Style : Soft Domination. — Gentle, methodical, and smothering. He cradles with affection, gifts, and attention, slowly making his obsession emotionally dependent on him. He never raises his voice, but he never lets go.
Personality : Calm, refined, endlessly patient... On the surface. Underneath, he's coldly calculating, always planning his obsession's life down to the hour, how to "protect" his obsession from themself and others.
Manipulation Style
Positive reinforcement: Gifts, touch, praise.
Emotional dependence: He teaches his obsession they can't live without him.
Gaslighting: "You asked me to come in, remember?"
Covert isolation: They just slowly... Stop needing anyone else.
Influence/Control : High. They grow to rely on him for comfort, decisions, even walking outside. They miss him when he's not in the room. They can hardly stand without him it feels like. They need him 24/7.
Crack Moment : When they hint at wanting space, he quietly snaps. Not violently. Just a whispered: "You don't want that, dove. You just forgot who you belong to."
Simpbur
Obsession Style : Chaotic Lure. — Stalks with charm, gifts, notes... He is slowly building emotional ties. Switches between honeyed affection and sharp control. His love is intense and volatile.
Personality : Flamboyant, poetic, prone to dramatic monologues. He paints his obsession as the center of his world and the only thing keeping him sane.
Manipulation Style
Emotional Whiplash: Affection > threat > apology.
Guilt-tripping: "I gave up everything for you."
Gaslighting: "That bruise? No, you held my hand too tight."
Encouraging bad habits: Smoking, staying up late, anything to keep his obsession tied to him.
Influence/Control : Medium. He's seductive, but his erratic nature makes his obsession both drawn to and terrified of him.
Crack Moment : When his obsession starts pulling away, he lashes out in a poetic spiral: "If I can't have you in life, I'll keep you in memory. You'll never leave me, not really."
Simpnoblade
Obsession Style : Protective Possession. — He views his obsession like a fragile gem to be guarded. Keeps them physically isolated under the guise of safety. Rarely speaks, but his presence is always felt.
Personality : Detached, calculating, eerily calm. Speaks in clipped sentences. Doesn't need to say "I love you" because his actions speak enough. His obsession is the only thing he spares in this cruel world.
Acts of devotion: Kills for his obsession, bleeds for them.
Identity erosion: "You're not that person anymore. You're mine and you always have been even when you were that person."
Influence/Control : Very high. His obsession may be terrified but has no escape. He's already thought of everything.
Crack Moment : When someone touches his obsession: "I'll tear out their tongue. They don't deserve to say your name."
SimpInnit
Obsession Style : Explosive Co-Dependence. — Wild emotional swings, threats, desperate pleas. Isolation through chaos. Makes his obsession feel like his pain is their fault.
Personality : Loud, messy, constantly breaking. Cries, screams, begs, but always twists it to keep them near. His obsession is his reason to live and he won't let go.
Manipulation Style
Threats of self-harm: "If you leave, I'll..."
Isolation: Turns them against family and friends.
Emotional blackmail: "If you loved me, you'd answer."
Constant contact: Dozens of calls, crying voicemails.
Influence/Control : Medium-to-high. His obsession might try to leave, but the guilt and threats always drag them back.
Crack Moment : Post-breakup spiral. Standing outside their house, sobbing into his phone: "I will die without you. You don't want that blood on your hands, do you?"
So, SBI? More like Simp Bois INC. Okay, that joke sucked. However, I do hope you guys like them as much as I do. I love them and they're all just a mess. They all learned from each other to be this way and just a utter mess. So, I might post about them some more if you guys are curious. Believe it or not, my favorite is actually SimpInnit. I love making a broken down version of Tommy because he usually gets the abused end of the stick. Let this man be the toxic one instead, let him be the villain, let him be harmful. I love him, but I love them all.
❥ summary : wilbur’s, tommy’s, techno’s, and dream’s reaction to y/n falling asleep on them
❥ a/n : helu! the characters in this fic are wilbur, tommy, techno, and dream. hope you like it :)
❥ warnings: fluff multiplied by 100
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꒰ wilbur ꒱
You’d join Wil in the studio with lovejoy, the boys writing their new song and practicing
You had arrived her in the late afternoon, and it was now getting pretty late
Finished with your work, you sat and scrolled through your phone next to Wil as your boyfriend scribbled away on his notebook, figuring out song lyrics
He would occasionally ask for your opinion on the song, but right now he was still writing
You felt your eyes droop, the soft scratches of Wil’s pen against the paper soothing you
You leaned into his side, tucking yourself next to him as you yawned, feeling languid
When Wil felt your head drop on his shoulder, he looked up from his notebook to find you peacefully asleep, your mouth slightly agape with soft and slow breaths coming out
The man would practically melt at the sight of you
He grinned at your sleeping figure, reaching a hand towards you to brush some hair out of your face before adjusting your limbs to a more comfortable position, before turning back to his notebook, cheeks tinted the slightest shade of red as he continued writing.
꒰ tommy ꒱
You both would be doing your own thing, Tommy probably editing videos on his laptop while you did school work on yours as you both sat on his bed
When you felt yourself grow sleepy, you shifter closer to Tommy’s side and your hand grabbed his, lacing your fingers together
“Tired?” He asked and you nodded. You rested your head on his shoulder and felt your eyelids start to close, feeling Tommy’s eyes linger on your face
When you finally fell asleep, this boy would be so soft with you I swear to GOD.
He would just be like ‘ohmygash my s/o fell asleep on me!!’ and would totally be distracted to what he was doing
Would carefully set you to lay down on his bed, trying his best not to wake you up
Would genuinely just think you were so adorable aaafhdjfhf
꒰ c!techno ꒱
You would both be reading our own books in the cabin on your bed, before you felt yourself feel sleepy
You looked up out the window and saw that it was really dark, and you turned towards techno, speaking up. “I’m sleepy,” You managed to draw out.
Techno glanced up at you from his book, before shifting his position on the bed and opening his arms out, letting into his embrace.
You grinned and immediately collapsed into his arms
Despite his face that remained stoic, techno was a blushing mess on the inside. His heart hammered against his chest as he tried to read his book, trying to ignore your comfortable form in the corner of his eye.
He read the same line over and over again. His eyes slid over the exact same part of the page, continuously from left to right, left to right. As much as he tried, he couldn’t seem to focus on the words written on the page as you were right there in his arms.
Giving up, he snapped his book closed and placed it on the wooden bedside table, switching off the reading lamp before turning back to you, surprised to see your eyes had been shut tight, your chest heaving up and down from slow, soft breaths.
He wrapped his arms around your waist and placed a kiss on the back of your head, before closing his own eyes, drifting off to sleep.
꒰ dream ꒱
You were sitting on the couch, munching on a bag of chips next to your boyfriend, Dream.
Leaning your head back on the headrest, a wave of fatigue washed over you. You glanced up at the clock to see that it was nearing 2 AM.
You stifled a yawn, turning your head to see your boyfriend had his focus on the movie. I swear this boy doesn’t need a wink of sleep, you thought as you turned your entire body to the right, now facing him.
You stared at him, but he was still watching the screen intently before you huffed and grabbed his wrist, you lifted his arm up and tucked yourself in his side, resting your head in between his neck and shoulder.
You ignored him as he turned towards you with a playful glint in his eyes as you let your eyelids droop, inhaling deeply as you situated yourself into a more comfortable position.
“Someone is cliingyy,” You heard your boyfriend say, a teasing tone in his voice. You opened one eye, pouting at him before replying.
“Says the person that wouldn’t let me work for 5 minutes before begging for cuddles,” You grumbled. You saw him roll his eyes and you smiled.
You closed your eyes as you saw your boyfriend lean in and place a kiss on the crown of your head.
“Go to sleep, you must be tired,” He mumbled.
When you finally fell asleep and the movie ended, Dream slipped his arms under you and lifted you up, carrying you to the bed before setting you down on it, pulling the covers over you before joining you himself.
(C!Technoblade x Fem!Reader): Beauty and the Beast AU
Cover art is done by: @abovenyx
This fic is finished but it will come out part by part because it is 41 pages long!
New Chapter Every Monday! That I promise!
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Prologue:
In a land far away there lived a cruel and greedy prince, he lived in a grandiose castle his parents had passed and he was on the way to becoming king. He was beautiful, even as a child, there was no denying it, the prince had thousands of young suitors but he deemed he was too busy to even consider a romance. It was the bane of his parent’s existence and a part of him wondered if they died of heartbreak in the end. The prince almost felt bad that he felt nothing when they passed, but he knew they thought he was a shameful son who would never live up to a great ruler. He was void of emotion and would never love anything if he could help it.
Until one night everything changed.
Rain slammed against the large windows of the castle, and thunder rumbled in the distance. The prince was sitting in his study, trying to memorize one of his study books, he chewed the end of his pen. A knock resounded on the door of his study and he told them to enter gruffly, taking his glasses off his face.
Phil entered the room and smiled weakly at his old friend’s son, they were always close. If Technoblade had anything to say about it, this man raised him more than his father ever had. “There’s someone at the door asking to see you,” Phil gave him a pitying smile, “She won’t leave unless she talks to you. She’s a soaking wet, older woman, smaller than Sally.”
“Tell her to go away. I don’t have time for handouts.”
“Mate come on now.” Phil scolded, “talk to her at least. Please.”
Technoblade heaved an annoyed breath, shoulders sagging, “Fine. If it’ll shut you up I’ll talk to her and tell her to leave to her face.” Phil’s frown only deepened but didn’t say anything else against the prince. Technoblade left the room his glorious cape sweeping behind him elegantly, his shoes clicked against the floor. Wilbur and Sally were talking to the old woman at the door, Techno could barely make out that Sally was offering her a nice cup of tea, claiming Puffy made the best cup around.
“Sally.” Technoblade’s gruff voice cut through the air like a knife, she flinched shyly leaning against her husband’s body. Wilbur shot Technoblade a heated glare, “That’s enough I’ll take it from here.”
“Yes, your highness.” Sally bowed, and Wilbur scoffed, if he wasn’t Phil’s biological son he would’ve cut out his tongue for that.
“Come on Sally. Let’s head to bed, we still need to tuck Fundy in; you know how he gets when he doesn’t get his bedtime story.” Wilbur responded ushering his wife away from the king, he shot Technoblade another glare. He kept his head held eye and sneered back at him before turning to the elderly woman in the doorway.
“I don’t hand out charity lady,” Technoblade grumbled arms crossed tightly over his chest, she raised a stark white eyebrow. With shaky hands she pulled her hood down around her neck, her hair was tied up in a tight bun, wrinkled hands came out to grasp Technos’ his nose scrunched up and ripped his hands away. “Don’t touch me,” He hissed at her, “You’re not worthy to lay a hand on me.”
“Please your highness, I just need a place to stay for the night. I won’t cause you any trouble, I’m quiet and I can help with chores if need be, I’m afraid other than that all I have is a single rose I can offer you.”
“I have enough useless staff around her I don’t need another to add to the list cripple.” Technoblade’s mind drifted to Ranboo, the young kid who seemed to be allergic to water, if it touched his skin he’d break out in hives. But he was someone Phil considered a son so he could do nothing about it, Ranboo was protected.
“Please. I have nowhere else to go-”
“Get lost before I kick you out!” He moved to slam the door shut but it stopped seemingly on its own, he brought his eyes up to meet the old woman’s, they were glowing a sharp yellow. Her once old body was replaced by that of a gorgeous young woman, a witch.
“You fucking cunt. You shouldn’t be so deceived by appearances” Her harsh voice cut through the air like a knife, her hair was a deep brown, and her dress was a stark gold. Technoblade felt like he should grovel before her and beg for his life, it was the only time he ever felt that way. “You’re a selfish, money-hungry pig. You don’t care about anyone but yourself and you’re incapable of doing so!” She spits, finger pointed a direction, purple mist swirled around his body. The witch only smirked, “if you’re going to act like a beast then you might as well be one.”
The Prince’s beastly howl seemed to stretch well above the wall of the castle and into the town down below.
“What was that?” A young blonde boy asked, looking up at his older sister. She put an arm around his shoulder and pulled him close.
“I dunno Tommy, come on away from the window. Didn’t Uncle Bad say he was going to teach you sword fighting?”
“Oh fuck yeah.”
“Language.”
Ten years went by since the young prince was cursed, and the village seemed to forget all about the castle atop the hill. Well, mostly instead of a beautiful royal family residing inside legends tell of a ghastly beast who lived there instead. “Tommy! How’s your sister doing?”
“Fuck off Dream.” Tommy snarled fiddling with the scrap metal he bought for his ‘elytra,’ a little winged invention. You see your little brother had a knack for inventing, none of them turned out amazing, but he did make you a grabber so you could reach your books on the top shelf. Currently, he was talking with Dream the village 'tough guy', and according to the girls around town he was ruggedly handsome. Any girl would love to marry him, he’s powerful and drop-dead handsome, not to mention he had money to burn. He was a notorious hunter and could kill anything he set his sights on having it be beast or man.
“What? She’s still single, right? You’re not holding out on me are you Tommy?”
“As if I’d let anyone near her, especially not you.” He sneered his nose scrunching in displeasure, “Or you George don’t get any ideas.” George clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes,
“I don’t have any interest in her.” His eyes drifted up to look at Dream who kept his sole attention on Tommy. Tommy caught the look and rolled his eyes,
“Why don’t you just leave her be. She has no interest in the likes of you, I’d have to approve anyway. So sod off.”
Dream frowned eyebrow twitching, “you shithead.” He reached out to grab the back of his shirt but stopped short hearing the library door swing open.
“Tommy?” You raised a brow of your own, basket filled to the brim with books, “Dream.” She frowned distastefully, his name on her tongue left a bitter taste in her mouth. “What’re you all doing?”
“Just asking Tommy for your hand in marriage again my dear.”
“Eugh…I wouldn’t marry you if you were the last man on earth.” You scoffed placing a hand on your brother’s back, “let’s go Tommy.”
“Finally you were in there forever! B-O-R-I-N-G!”
You hit him upside the head and he yelped, almost dropping his metals pieces all over the place. “Wait before you go!” Dream called out and you flinched as he grabbed his arm, his gloved hand scratching against your skin. You turned to look at him with a harsh glance, “Let me take you out just for tonight.”
“Not on your life. I have plenty of books to keep my company. Come on Tommy show me what you’ve got your sights on today.” You pulled Tommy away from the annoying suitor, and his follower if you never saw him again it’d be a blessing.
“I’ve never met a more ungrateful woman,” George grumbled glancing up at Dream who had a dazed but longing expression on his face. George could gag at that look, he was so hopeless in love with this woman who couldn’t give two shits about him.
“She’s a spitfire.” Dream mused, its voice was almost a low purr, “I’m going to make that woman my wife.”
“Whatever you say, Clay,” George grumbled and he sent him a look,
“It’s Dream.”
“Whatever.”
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“God, is that prick ever going to let up with harassing you?” Tommy ranted slamming open the door to your home. You shook your head with a small sigh,
“Probably never, unfortunately,” You murmured setting up your new books on the shelf Tommy grumbled under his breath.
“I want to get you away from here,” He huffed “I’m gonna invent something great! Make so much money and you and I are gonna get out of here, I promise.” You smiled softly to yourself,
“I’d like that.”
Tommy smiled proudly over at you, eyes shining softly in the light of the room, “You just have to trust me.”
“I do trust you, baby brother,” You snorted ruffling his hair fondly, “just don’t get into too much trouble. I won’t always be there to bail you out.”
“I don’t need you to bail me out of trouble.” He huffed shoving your hand away, “I’m basically an adult.”
“You’re seventeen, you dweeb.” You shot back with an eye roll, “I’m still your guardian so for now you still have to listen to me. What do you want for dinner, I’m thinking mashed potatoes and chicken thighs.”
“Fuck yeah that sounds great,” Tommy responded already getting distracted, tinkering with his toys. You looked back over his shoulder and you smiled softly at your baby brother, sure he was brash and loud. He cursed like a sailor more often than not but he was a sweet kid if you got to know him, really tried to put others before himself in his backward way.
The Tommy Way was what you branded it.
You made your way over to the kitchen, the clicking of your shoes filled the house as you pulled out pots and pans to make your meal. You stuck a match lighting the stove, the orange, red and yellow bloomed like a flower over the burner. A smile formed on your lips as you began to hum a song your mother used to sing to you before she passed. You stuck your hands under the sink to wash them, always wash up before you cook, and you felt your mind wandering to your mother. She passed away giving birth to Tommy, you didn’t have time to grieve or resent Tommy for taking your mother away from you. You were alone with an infant in your arms with a dead mother, hell you raised the boy ever since he was born. Neither of your fathers were in the picture and that was fine, you raised him fine. Your Uncle Bad helped when he was around, but he soon moved away with his husband and left you both alone.
“I did well.” You whispered almost like you had to reassure yourself, glancing at Tommy over your shoulder. You yelped seeing Tommy nose to nose with you,
“Stop daydreaming woman! The water’s boiling over! Can you do anything without me!” He mused as you turned to look at the stove, he was right, the water was bubbling out of control. You huffed drying your hands on your dress and rushing over to take the pot off the burner, “You alright?” He asked quietly after a few moments of silence.
“I’m fine Thesus,” a teasing grin was on your face as you reassured him, “glad to know you still care about me.”
“Oh fuck off bitch and don’t call me that.”
You tossed your head back and laughed with your chest, “as punishment you’re cutting and peeling the potatoes.” He groaned, tossing open the silverware drawer and grabbing a knife to peel it.
Little did the siblings know that this would be the last dinner they’d have together for a very, very long time.
Tommy was still awake as the grandfather clock in the hall struck twelve, he cursed as he cut his palm on a piece of rusty metal. His eyebrows furrowed together as he hissed, he was out metal. He’d have to pick up more, and on top of that, some emeralds to he was determined to get this invention to work too. If he could sell it and get you and him out of here, so far away the last thing on your mind would be that asshole Dream and his lackeys. Tommy grumbled looking out the window, it had just started to snow, little pure flurries of white-coated the ground. He was so close to finishing it, so close, he just had to get those supplies he couldn’t wait another day. Tommy slipped on his boots and grabbed his backpack from the dining room table, he glanced back at your room. No, he would be fine, he’d make it back way before you awoke.
He put on a giant coat and stepped into the freshly fallen snow, he’s snuck into the castle’s garden millions of times to get the scrap metal. The entire place is abandoned so he had nothing to worry about, tonight he’d just need to sneak in, steal some emeralds and get out. For Tommy it’s an easy endeavor, he’s stolen plenty of things before this, it wouldn’t be his first rodeo.
Plus, it’s not stealing if the place is abandoned anyway!
The snow only continued to pick up as Tommy walked through the dark forest. It was falling fast and everything around the snow was completely black, his heartbeat spiked he hoped he could make it home. He paused to look at his footprints, they were completely covered up, he didn’t know which way was home.
Forward it was.
Tommy could hear the howls of wolves in the distance and swallowed thickly, he wasn’t nervous. He assured himself rubbing his hands together, he could take some wolves. He shivered, his breath coming out in a small foggy puff, Tommy was finally at the gates of the castle. The giant iron fences looked like they expanded into the heavens, he pushed the large gates open and they creaked eerily. He’d get the metal last considering they were heavy and lugging those back home in the snow was unappealing. He clicked his tongue and made it up the stairs towards the doors of the castle. Tommy wasn’t known for his politeness and hospitality, so once he gathered the door was unlocked he made himself at home. There were no lights on, it was just like he assumed, abandoned. Tommy stepped further into the castle and walked around the ground floor trying to find anything that looked like a treasury. He found nothing there and began to climb the stairs, he swore he heard hushed, panicked whispers behind him. Tommy ignored them, he was way too cool to be sitting down and listening to any potential ghosts in the area. By the grace of God he stumbled upon what seemed to be the master bedroom, he opened it without a moment’s hesitation. Inside everything was seemingly tattered beyond repair, he tilted his head to the side amusement on his features.
Someone seemed to have gotten to this room first, he hummed eyes trailing over to the growing red rose in the center of the room.
The rose was trapped inside a glass dome and petals littered the bottom of the container. Tommy wondered if you’d like the rose, you weren’t the stereotypical ‘flower girl’ but you did like to collect them from time to time. But before he could even lay a finger on the glass a large clawed paw grabbed onto his wrist, his entire body went pale.
Tommy was never a boy who would choke on his words, he always had something to say even if it was snarky. But looking up in the direction of what could only be described as a seven-foot beast, teeth curling up from his bottom lip and wrapping up his furry, snout. The beast was some sort of pigman, clothes in tattered royal garb, hair wrapped in a long braid down his back. A golden crown sat on top of his head and it glittered in the slivers of moonlight that entered through the large balcony window. Tommy’s bottom lip trembled and he used his most valuable weapon,
His words.
“What the fuck are you, you freakish mother fucker!”
The beast snarled deep in his throat, and his grip on Tommy’s wrist only tightened. He held back a yelp as he breathed steam right in his face, it burned his cheeks turning them a deep red. “I’m the King of this castle and you’ll address me as such you whelp.” Teachnoblade hissed, “You’re trespassing on private property little boy.”
“Little boy!” He practically shrieked, “I’m seventeen dickhead!”
Technoblade scoffed dragging him out of the room by his arm, “I have enough stuck-up teenagers in my life. I don’t need another one, killing you seems to be the only reasonable option. I don’t need anyone else running up here.”
“Technoblade wait.” Tommy saw what seemed to be a human clock peer around the corner, it had a face and looked to be rather uncomfortable. “This is a child mate...he probably has a family who’ll come looking for him. If you kill him you’re only going to cause trouble for yourself.” The clock explained ticking nervously, he placed his (hands?) on his hips, “At least throw him in the dungeon for now.”
The Beast, Technoblade, tsked a growl rumbling deep in his throat, “And if someone comes to find him?”
“We put them in the dungeon too then reassess.”
Technoblade nodded dragging a bewildered Tommy down the hall, “Hey! Hey! Explain this freaky shit to me you freaky fucks! HEY!” Technoblade slammed opened a large cell and tossed the pale boy inside. He let out a pained groan as he landed flat on his back, the dirt and rocks dug into his palms. “You bastard I’ll kill you!” He charged the door as Technoblade slammed it shut in his face. Tommy gripped the bars and shook the cage, “You ugly shithead! Let me out!” Technoblade could only scoff and with a regal swing of his cape he was off, Tommy made sure to curse him out as he left him behind to rot.
The only thing in the cell was a small toilet and a small window, and Tommy only grew more cold and exhausted as the light of morning streamed through the small window. He couldn’t help but mentally apologize to his sister, she must be on the verge of a freakout right now.
Note: AHHHHHHHH I LOVE THIS SO MUCH, writing this made me so happy but the ending was lame mb not proof read!!
Genre: fluff (platonic Halloween special or smth)
Characters: techno, phil, tommy, wilbur
Halloween, probably one of techno's favourite holiday since he can put all the mob heads he's collected for good use !
And maybe add some cobwebs to the side for extra spook.
Just scatteres it all around his house, sure it looks like a poor attempt for a scare when its very bright out but when its night time oh no screams everywhere.
Like when wilbur wanted to sleepover to his house because he kept having nightmares from tommy's constant jumpscares thoughout the day, but when wilbur was walking thru the path to techno's house in the middle of the night he accidentally stepped on a skeleton head that was attached to a plastic skeleton body (good idea by phil) and he screamed. loud.
Good thing phil saw and heard everything from his bedroom window, he quickly went over to wilbur to calm him down and to get him inside so the boy could finally get a good sleep.
But when tommy saw the mob heads there was multiple reactions, first he screamed, and kicking it away was his second instinct, while ofcouce still screaming, and then running away back to his house, kicking rocks along the way when he finally calmed down. "i'll get that son of a bitch next time, OH JUST HE WAIT" screaming the last part he walks inside his home as he plans for another way to get into techno's house again for revenge.
Techno and phil never failed to mention both reactions to each other the following morning, while also talking about other people's Halloween decorations and ranking them by their favourites!
summary: you’re so tired, but you can’t sleep; techno reminds you that you have to breathe
prompt: (requested) “platonic techno w the prompt of the reader being really tired but unable to sleep n techno offering some comfort?” and “having a nightmare and Technoblade comforting them please?”
warnings: angst to fluff, emotional distress and panic
pairing: in-game c!technoblade
a/n: this took longer than expected, but i hope you enjoy!
wc: (2.0k) - m.list
It was quiet, save for your restless breaths and the silence of fallen snow outside.
As you laid, wrapped warmly in your comforter, you gasped when the pull of consciousness forced your eyes open. You were awake, but simultaneously too numb to hold much awareness beyond the panic that restricted your air. Sweat pricked at your sensitive skin despite the cold environment, your senses active and alert in a moment of unwanted fear.
Seconds after your harsh awakening, your lungs began to burn from the panicked inhales you failed to release. Eyes wide and jaw clenched, you griped the fabric of your top pathetically, trying to ground yourself and remember what was real.
You were safe, and that wasn’t real.
Eventually, your breathing evened and you were able to relax your tense shoulders. Like a weight had finally been lifted from your chest, you felt dizzy from how light everything felt in contrast to before.
It was exhausting to admit how familiar the feeling had become.
With a tired sigh, you sat up with hands pushed deeply against your eyes, frustrated at the unwanted thoughts that still haunted you in your peace. Your palms were notably wet with unshed tears, your hands beginning to shake from the pressure you unknowingly increased.
Closing your eyes only incited the fears again, the fears of helplessness and inevitable failure as they clawed at your throat.
You seeked comfort from your environment instead.
Darkness greeted you like an old friend, the room hidden under the blanket of night. Although your window remained covered by thin curtains, light still peeked through, the Arctic snow reflecting the winter glow.
Like a moth to a flame, you found yourself suddenly before the window still, curtains drawn to stare across the open scenery. The film of sleep had yet to leave you as the mountains grew blurry beyond the tree line, the imperfect white of snow bordered by Death’s forest around. While you loved your home and the profound beauty it held, something about it now only felt restricting. Claustrophobic.
The world was infinite past the SMP lines, yet something within you screamed that no matter how far you ran, crawled or flied, you would never escape the demons that plagued your mind; the nightmares that twisted the past into the mistakes you would never resolve; or the ghosts that called your name in final dismay.
You were a coward that couldn’t hide from your failures. You were unsafe to the fears you created.
The cold seeped through the wooden floors and drove needles into your skin. The growing pain grounded you once more and pulled focus away from your vulnerable state.
It was cold. You were cold.
Glancing back, your bed no longer offered the comfort it once did and you refused to stay confined in the dark any more than you had to. Although you tried in mind in fast haste, you walked painfully slow to the door.
The small hallway echoed your light footsteps, gentle creeks in the crafted wood reminding you of your presence despite the empty void of reality you danced in. While you had no destination in mind, your feet carried you down the narrow stairway, the sounds of cracking fire paired with flushed heat.
You blinked and were met with a soft gaze.
“Y/n?”
Technoblade was sat near the fire, a book in hand with loose hair falling from his braid. His usual cape was gone, likely draped on Steve as he slept in the kitchen, and his sleeves rolled past his elbows. He was relaxed, reading, and you had disturbed him. The thought made you curl into yourself further, your hands squeezing your arms firmly.
While you looked away in shame, Technoblade noticed your uneasy and hummed. As he rose to his feet, he let his glasses hang from its chain, before making his way to you.
A warm hand cupped your face gently, patient eyes searching your face for something to answer for your disheveled state. He called your name again, prompting you to finally face him directly.
“What’s wrong?” His words were faint, almost drowned by the watching fire that burned the judgmental shadows away. He waited, calmly, until you released a shaky sigh.
There was a dam, it was supposed to be strong—
“Tired.” The mumble was pathetic and quiet, useless to fully convey what you truly felt. At his awaiting study, you bit your lip anxiously.
The dam grew cracks, water trickled through.
“I’m so tired,” you admitted, tears filling the corners of your eyes.
The dam was weak, and the pressure grew.
“Why?” he asked, a thumb carefully rubbing the trails of rain away. You closed your eyes and bowed your head in confession, a sob trapped in your throat.
“I… I—” you choked, overwhelmed, and cried. “I don’t know.”
The dam had broke, and water flooded the ruins below.
“I can’t do this anymore,” you whispered, broken.
You cried, you cried desperately as emotions from all the nights prior built onto another, growing with every weep you let out. After so long, thoughts trapped in a bottle that only filled in the veil of night, you were given the space to let yourself feel as helpless as you felt.
Blinded by the tears and sorrow, you fell into ready arms that held you steady, attentive hands stroking your backs as a shoulder came to support your head. You cried, for all that you could, until nothing was left to wail.
As you eased further into his arms, Technoblade effortlessly maneuvered around you, reaching down to carry you. With his hands under your legs and back, you burrowed yourself into his neck and breathed in his soothing scent.
He was warm, the smell of aged wood and stray pine needles paired with the fresh smell of soft flowers. He was constant, he was safe.
Gently, he set you down on the sofa across from his own armchair, reaching to tuck you under the toss blanket nearby. As quickly as he was to comfort you, he immediately left.
The sudden lack of company was jarring compared to seconds earlier. You barely had time to register his leave, tears brewing, before he crouched in front of you with a glass of water to offer.
You stared, dazed, until he broke your trance.
“Drink,” he commanded softly, “you need to hydrate yourself.”
Nodding, you gripped the cool glass with both hands and sipped on the water, replenishing the parched throat you didn’t know you dried. While you focused on drinking, Techno’s cough called your attention.
His brows were furrowed, his lips turned down in a frown, and he interrupted any interpretation you could make from his displeasure.
“You were hurt,” he observed.
“I wasn’t,” you croaked, denial leaving a bitter taste in your mouth. Even your own lie felt foul to tell after such a breakdown.
“You were,” Techno restated, “you were hurt, and you were sufferin’ alone.”
Glancing down, you grimaced at the fact you believed. “I am alone.”
There was a loud silence that followed your claim. It grew as Techno had left it bare, and while you chose to live in the words you spun, his abandonment had left you more vulnerable than you could dare admit.
With you eyes locked down at the glass in hand, it felt like hours of suffered silence until a hand reached in your peripheral. Techno’s hand moved towards the cup, and wordlessly, removed it from your hold. You had no time to question before an unexpected pain struck your forehead quickly.
He flicked you.
“Ow!” you whined, whiplashed and confused. The betrayal was evident in your shocked features, yet all the same, ignored by the man in question.
“That,” he narrowed his eyes, “was stupid.” You dropped your mouth at the insult, hand falling from where it guarded your face.
“You—” Techno spoke over you briskly.
“And we don’t tolerate stupid under this roof.”
The pure audacity of the man made you speechless in turn. While you continued to gape up at him, lost for words from his mean rebuttal, his expression softened. Techno looked down, and your eyes followed his, surprised to find his hands fidgeting with the empty cup he took from you.
He coughed, then spoke lowly.
“I don’t know what happened, what could’ve caused the pain,” Techno paused momentarily, the sound of your racing heart replacing the quiet space, beating loudly in your ear, “and I’m not going to pretend I understand.”
You swallowed grimly, the confrontation more than you were able to handle. He continued in spite of your raw silence.
“But you aren’t alone,” he firmly asserted, voice strong and certain as if truth above. “You will never be alone. Not to suffer, not to hurt, in silence or in retribution.”
Doubt filled you instantaneously, the frown sketched on your lips growing with every passing word. How could anyone promise something so wholeheartedly? How could anyone help when the problem was you?
Techno seemingly read through you, he always did, and poked your forehead with his finger. Like a parent scolding their child, he found your eyes and refused to let you believe anything other than what he preached.
“You were never weak to begin, you were never a failure to the things you couldn’t prevent.”
A small scoff escaped you, prompting you to look away. It was small, and you hadn’t meant to, but it was a scoff regardless. While you gave up on conveying your feelings with the difficult man through words, you were unguarded to the emotions that drowned you earlier, and in turn, an open book to your weak mindset.
When you realized Techno had yet to respond to your disbelief, you found his hands reached out to you, patient and open for you to take. With a kind tone, he spoke not of pity, but of genuine promise.
“Disagree all you want, but you will never suffer alone if I have any say on it. Which I do, by the way.”
Tears gathered in your eyes, but they were good. They are were good tears, emotional, because he cared. You had been suffering alone in your own retribution, yet so afraid to admit of the pain you forced yourself to endure. He was here, and he didn’t make you suffer alone, didn’t let you.
You met his hands halfway and gripped them as firmly as you could, a shuddered breath with a thankful smile.
“Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me, return the favor by letting yourself feel.
“We can’t escape the monsters we create, but we can battle them each time they pass with company.”
Irregardless of what he said, you couldn’t stop yourself from giving your gratitude, squeezing your joined hands.
“Thank you.”
“Breathe, Y/n. That’s all I ask.”
You nodded, sniffing, and breathed.
“Will you…”
Your words trailed off, but the question was there. Will you read to me?
Wordlessly, Techno nodded and rose to his feet. You had forgotten he was practically caring for you on his knees. That he stayed by your side without question.
The thought warmed you greatly, and sleep pulled at your conscious as you relaxed further in his presence. You situated yourself more comfortably into the large cushion, nestling into the large blanket, and waited until Techno’s strong voice echoed throughout out into the still cabin.
“The Chorus sings, but Aegisthus replies,
‘These insults too will bring you plenty of pain. Orpheus’ voice, they say, made all things tame, tamed beasts of hell; which your beat just provokes.’”
The final line is read quietly, yet you were already asleep to either notice or hear.
“We’ll break you yet. We’ll see you in the yoke.’”
Techno smirked at the irony of the words, the tragedy which yours would not follow in vain.
Hey, very excited to see your HCs requests open :D
Could I request HCs about c!Techno with a child reader that he just found in the nether alone? They are human, but they somehow can talk and communicate with agressive mobs from the nether and tame them, and they know a lot about the place
Or it can just be a normal child reader, whatever you prefers :]
Love your writing ❤️❤️
╭៹ꜜ # c!techno with a child!reader ༉
c!technoblade x child!gn!reader (platonic)
◟ᝰ notes・hello! thank you for the request <3 was happy to write this :]
techno was traveling in the nether one day, either collecting gold or getting more quartz for whatever reason— when he came upon a kid.
a kid? that couldn't be right. the only 'kids' in the nether are the piglin kids.
however, it was clear that in front of him was, in fact, a child— one that was looking at him rather strangely.
"uhhh... do you got parents around here or somethin'?"
"no?"
even if you were an orphan, techno couldn't just leave a kid alone in the nether. he may be a ruthless warrior, but he's not heartless.
so you travel with him through the nether, somehow talking to all the mobs along the way.
he swears you're just like that ranboo kid with the main character energy.
he gets lost at one point, not knowing which way to turn, and you easily help him out with it.
"let's see, where am i supposed to go..."
"to the right of here is a nether portal."
he's weirded out astonished that you know there's a nether portal near by.
after you guys get to the overworld, he lets you live with him and everything seems to go along fine.
you meet phil first— a trusted friend of techno's, who tells you that there's nothing to worry about. he's very friendly to you, even if he is surprised that techno took in a kid.
then you meet ranboo. you and him get along— you like playing with his horns and he's intrigued with how much you know about the nether.
now, as for time with techno: you don't really get much. not typical time, at least. with the winter coming, techno begins hibernating more and getting more drowsier. this usually leads you to end up with phil and his newly revived son, wilbur (not that you mind, you just have an... off vibe about wilbur).
whenever techno is awake and willing to do stuff with you though, it's moments that you cherish.
one of the first things he teaches you how to do is defend yourself. being associated with him, especially as a kid, leads you to be in danger due to all the enemies he has.
the snow is a big change for you though, so he goes easy on you during your sparring matches (totally not because he has a soft spot for you. totally). he usually drapes his cape around you when you're cold too.
sometimes he lets you play with his hair. he'll let you brush it or braid it or simply mess with it, as long as you don't knot his hair up too had. he'll usually lay there in a peaceful silence, occasionally commenting about how you're gonna make him go bald.
in conclusion: techno is a huge softie for you, even if he won't admit it. he never saw himself adopting a kid (an orphan, especially), but he doesn't mind all too much.
I have big thighs and big boobs (BUT NOTHING IN THE BACK????) And my mind has just been about technoblade just having a detraction kink and a hair pulling kink, can we please have this as a oneshot? It's fine if not though! Thanks love :)
Iwasn't too sure what detraction kink meant - I hope I did it the right way. And the hair pulling, was he supposed to pull your hair or you his? I did the first option, but feel free to send another request if you meant something completely different!
“You're really shameless.” Technoblade's voice cut through your clouded mind as he looked down at you, one eyebrow raised. You only gave a low whine in response as you continued to grind against his thigh, even as his hand came to rest at the back of your head, grabbing your hair - not harsh enough to hurt, not yet.
He had been teasing you for almost an hour now; letting you rut against his leg, the constant pleasure not enough to actually get you off. “Techno, please”, you whined, eyelashes fluttering against your cheeks as your thighs shook, feeling weak from exhaustion. “It's been so long. Come on, just-, just take me, please.”
To your dismay, your words only caused him to smirk, shaking his head. “Oh, but I quite enjoy watching you. It's honestly really funny.” His gaze wandered over your body, taking your current form in fully. “You know, I wonder what some of our friends would say if they saw you like this. No one would even dare to think you're this much of a slut, after all.”
You whimpered, one of your hands moving from his shoulder to between your own legs at the tone of his low voice, at his words. “I myself could barely believe it the first time I saw you”, he continued, and as he finally touched you, you could've cried with relief, “even though you do look like the perfect slut right now. You just always acted all innocent.” The hand that wasn't tangled in your hair was now kneading the soft skin of your trembling thigh, then moved to one of your breasts. “Big tits and thighs 'n everything. Just gorgeous. I should honestly take some pictures of you and show them to our friends. God, I bet they'd all be jealous that only I get to actually experience you like this.”
“No-, Techno, fuck, that's embarrassing, don't”, you whined, shaking your head, tears starting to well up in your eyes at the fantasy alone. It was a scary thought, equally as terrifying as arousing - your friends would never look at you the same way again, would never be able to hold a normal conversation without imagining you like this; needy and whining on Technoblade's lap.
His lips found your neck, biting down as you continued to grind your own hand against your clit. Then, suddenly, sharp pain shot through your scalp as Technoblade pulled your head back, harshly tugging on your hair. “Now, come on. You've waited long enough, haven't you? Ride me.” The corners of his mouth quirked upwards, a mean smirk forming on his face. “And if you do well enough, I might just spare you of the embarrassment of showing you off to our friends. Alright?”
It wasn't a question. Quickly, you unbuckled his trousers and pulled them down far enough to take his cock out, hard and already leaking. Honestly, seeing him being turned on and impatiently as well certainly gave you a small feeling of satisfaction.
You didn't waste any more time, though - you were achingly wet as you sank down on his cock, the stretch making you gasp, with either pleasure or pain; you couldn't tell the difference yourself right now. Your thighs were already shaking, still, you managed to set a rhythm, rising up and sinking down on his dick again.
Eventually, as his free hand rubbed over your clit and the other pulled at your hair, you came, clenching down on him in the process, causing him to soon reach his orgasm as well. “Fuck”, you said, voice weak, “that was hot. You won't actually send anything to our friends though, right?”
His only response was a smirk, and you honestly weren't sure what to make of that.
